The old docks smelled of rust, diesel, and low tide. Fog rolled in thick from the Hudson, turning the skeletal cranes into gray ghosts. Aiden and Silas moved through it like predators black coats, suppressed pistols holstered under tactical vests, boots silent on cracked concrete. Sofia Rossi had chosen neutral ground well: abandoned pier, no cameras, no witnesses, only the lap of water against rotting pilings.A single floodlight buzzed overhead, illuminating a lone figure leaning against a rusted shipping container. Woman, mid-thirties, dark hair pulled into a severe knot, leather jacket over a silk blouse that screamed old money and new vengeance. She held no weapon visible, but her posture said she didn’t need one.Silas stopped ten feet away, Aiden at his shoulder. “Sofia Rossi.”She pushed off the container, eyes flicking between them assessing, not afraid. “Vane. Blackwood. You’re taller in person.”Aiden’s voice cut through the damp air. “Talk fast. We’re not here for small ta
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